I
already mentioned that I have incredible parents, and that they encouraged my
love of nature from a very young age. They
are outdoorsy people themselves, and probably had no idea how my love of nature
would first blossom as a kid, and then explode, continuing to grow into
adulthood. But what a difference it has
made in my life!
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Hiking in the Sierra with my parents |
My earliest memories involve the
outdoors: playing in our backyard and learning the call of a Mourning Dove,
camping at the Grand Canyon, staying in a cabin at Lake Tahoe where we
spent our days on a little beach by the lake. When I was 9, we took a family road
trip to Glacier National Park. There is
home video footage of me in a grassy field, identifying various species of
wildflowers using a field guide… in the rain.
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The first wildflower field guide I owned. (My collection is up to about 10 now, with more on my wish list!) |
One of the greatest weeks I ever
spent was with my dad in Pacific Grove when I was 11. We stayed at a place close to the beach and
spent virtually all of our waking hours exploring the beaches and tide pools of
the rocky shoreline. After breakfast, we
would pack our lunches in a backpack and head for the beach. When dinner time rolled around, we would trek
back up to the condo, make dinner, eat, and set out for another walk, either
along the beach again or through nearby woods.
The first time I saw raccoons in the wild was on one of these evening
walks, and I remember it vividly still. The beaches around Pacific Grove are places my dad and I continue to visit regularly!
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Hermit Crab in the Monterey area. Always make sure to place tide pool creatures right back where you found them! |
Weekends and breaks from school
involved day trips and long road trips to National Parks, lots of hiking, and visits to zoos,
aquariums and museums. Camping trips
were particularly special treats, events I looked forward to with much
anticipation. Everyday activities at home
involved neighborhood walks with our dog, catching bugs in the backyard, identifying weed wildflower species in vacant
lots, reading books and writing essays.
Yes, writing essays for fun.
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Always keep those binoculars handy and that field notebook up-to-date! |
I wrote one of my favorite mini essays when I
was eight years old, titled "The Forests are Disapering." Spelling is hard. But the paper had a strong message, one that
many adults don't grasp, let alone an 8-year-old kid. "We should try to help the animals and trees, not harm and destroy them." I offered a few ways to help the environment: "Don't litter, don't set the forests on fire, reduce, reuse, recycle and rethink." And at eight, I already exhibited an understanding of ecological concepts: "If one animal speshei goes extinked, another speshei might go extinked as well." Spelling is really hard!
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Baby Red-eared Slider - not a native species, but cute nonetheless! |
It's often quoted that true
naturalists are born, not made. We tend
to be quiet, observant types, prone to methodical study but also easily moved
by beauty. Lest that paint a portrait of
a feeble scholar of poetry, allow me to remind you that naturalists are also
apt to be outdoors in all weather. We
will happily hike many miles over difficult terrain in blazing heat or freezing
cold, just to experience a stunning view, see a new species of flora or fauna,
or sometimes just to say that we did it.
Most of the time, we explore just for the sake of seeing what there is
to see. We will sleep on the ground, wear
the same clothes for several days in a row, and prepare meals with dirt under our
fingernails. And picking up all manner
of questionable matter, from tadpoles to owl pellets to bear scat itself, is
just part of the experience. Yes,
naturalists are hardy folk indeed.
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Not even snow in the Mojave can damped my spirits! I was over-the-moon excited by all the blooming Beavertail Cacti! |
The signs were there from an early
age: my desire to be outside, to explore, learn, observe, collect. Learn to recognize the signs in the kids in
your life, and nurture them. If she
wants to sleep outside on the ground and get up before dawn to see foxes and
hear birds sing, let her. If she wants
to climb trees or catch creepy-crawlies or identify wildflowers, let her. If she wants to walk in the rain or explore
tide pools or hike in the woods, let her.
Let her experience the beauty of the natural world in all of its
intricacies. Build her a tree house,
make her a butterfly net, take her to the library to check out a whole stack of
field guides. Give her a raincoat, get
her a pair of binoculars, let her keep the frog and the jar of snails.
Teach her, learn with her, learn from her. Encourage her, go outside with her.
My parents did, and I will be forever
grateful!
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